As I was sleeping, I heard a beep and my apartment door opened. I heard clatter of keys hit the counter top. The refrigerator door opened as a bright light shown through my opened bedroom door and hit my face. I got up, and walked to the kitchen.
"Dammit Louna! What are you doing? It's three in the morning." She looked at me, with juice in her hand.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you. What are you doing up?"
"You woke me up from the clatter of your keys. And then the light from the refrigerator stung my eyes. Plus you haven't been here in eight years."
"Calm down, it's been three days. I was at Bryan's house."
"Oo. That's gross and sweet at the same time." I made a face.
"We broke up."
"Well I'm gonna kick his ass!" I grabbed my keys.
"No. Stop." She grabbed my wrists. "Don't. It's fine. He thought it was a good idea to go out and drink. Then he came home, with me worried. After he told me that he slept with someone else, I broke up with him."
"That makes me want to kick him even more! In the balls, five times! No forget that, TEN TIMES."
"Calm down, we'll get yelled at." She said slapping my arm.
"Fine, whatever. I'm going to bed. I have work tomorrow. And I'm still kicking his ass, one way or another, if you like it or not." I said walking to my room.
